Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.